[Thankfully? for him, Konoha doesn't find it proper to pry any more than that- beyond war orphans... there was no need to dredge up memories of exactly how one came to need adopted parents.

So instead she smiles.]

They're the best! And my mother is such a good cook- I'm sure we can whip up something for you, even though they aren't expecting us!

[There's a lightness to her trot that hasn't been evident for a while... maybe because in Akvos she can only swim, but-]

And don't worry about the house! My father made different tables, so there's human sized ones!

[... Because that is the issue here.]